[KINDLE] ❆ The Lover By Marguerite Duras – Natus-physiotherapy.co.uk



10 thoughts on “The Lover

  1. says:

    AWARDED THE 1984 PRIX GONCOURT The story of my life doesn t exist Does not exist There s never any centre to it No path, no line There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it s not true, there was no one The young Marguerite DurasShe has pretty hair, copper hair that spools down her back in waves of alluring movement People always comment on how beautiful her hair is which she interprets to mean that they don t find her pretty She cuts her hair off She AWARDED THE 1984 PRIX GONCOURT The story of my life doesn t exist Does not exist There s never any centre to it...


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    I opened the first page of Marguerite Duras The Lover, and there she was, the girl with no name with all her ancient reminiscences I heard her voice as if it were inside my head, Very early in my life it was too late It was already too late when I was eighteen How did you get there, my friend Or should I call you my sister, since from the beginning I discovered we shared anguishes and most certainly a great multitude of passions and dreams We both were introduced to this world by tortured I opened the first page of Marguerite Duras The Lover, and there she was, the girl with no name with all her ancient reminiscences I heard her voice as if it were inside my head, Very early in my life it was too late It was already too late when I was eighteen How did you get there, my friend Or should I call you my sister, since from the beginning I discovered we shared anguishes and most certainly a great multitu...


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    Who isL amantThe characters in this story are nameless A puzzle of personal pronouns draws an anonymous canvas that perspires with alienation and the dense humidity of a foreign land, that mourns the loss of youth and innocence, that invokes the image of photographs never taken, the sound of words never uttered and the mirage of a future that never existed Only the condensed ardour that clouds up the windows of a small hotel room, where two slippery bodies abandon themselves to contort Who isL amantThe characters in this story are nameless A puzzle of personal pronouns draws an anonymous canvas that perspires with alienation and the dense humidity of a foreign land, that mourns the loss of youth and innocence, that invokes the image of photographs never taken, the sound of words never uttered and the mirage of a future that never existed Only the condensed ardour that clouds up the windows of a small hotel room, where two slippery bodies abandon themselves to contorting passion, defies reality and the pass...


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    i found myself utterly muted by this book, which is problematic because the book club meets this friday, and they aren t going to be so dazzled by my bruschetta that i can get away with just hiding behind the tiny jewess and drinking their wine so i have to think of something consulting the reading group handbook by rachel w jacobsohn, bought for my final school assignment, i learn how to think about literature characters and story line young french girl, older chinese man falling into bed i found myself utterly muted by this book, which is problematic because the book club meets this friday, and they aren t going to be so dazzled by my bruschetta that i can get away with just hiding behind the tiny jewess and drinking their wine so i have to think of something consulting the reading group handbook by rachel w jacobsohn, bought for my final school assignment, i learn how to think about literature characters and story line young french girl, olde...


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    DesireThe first time ever I saw your face was on the ferry.I had my head buried in a copy of the South China Morning Post My father had said, if I read it every day, I would learn about the world around us, and his boy would become a man Only then would I be ready to take over the family business after him.He was right, in his way I was thin and soft and na ve, even though I had just returned from two years in Paris I was still a boy, at 28 I m sure I would have continued as a boy, unless I DesireThe first time ever I saw your face was on the ferry.I had my head buried in a copy of t...


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    A world away from the intelligence insulting and glorified trash of E L James, Marguerite Duras has written a sparse, minimal and painfully sad erotic love story that never gets drawn into the realms of romantic fantasy.And to deeply appreciate The Lover , it needs to be looked at from the perspective of Duras herself Pen was put to paper when she was 70, it s predominantly all about looking back on memories past, and I say it s a painful read, painful in respects to nostalgia, as nostalgia A world away from the intelligence insulting and glorified trash of E L James, Marguerite Duras has written a sparse, minimal and painfully sad erotic love story that never gets drawn into the realms of romantic fantasy.And to dee...


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    Prix Goncourt 1984 Who read novels like Les Mis rables, Camille The Lady of the Camellias, The Outsider and The Little Prince126 Prix Goncourt 1984 Who read novels like Les Mis rables, Camille The Lady of the Camellias, The Outsider and The Little Prince126


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    Desire Is it pleasure or pain Can and should we try to control it To trust it To understand it Do we shape our desires or do they shape us What part of us is desire Is it the purest and deepest aspect of human nature Where does it come from Can a desire on its own be vile or virtuous or only actions are bound to be judged How much do we know about our desires and where do they lead us What brings two people together What brings together a French girl and Chinese man twelve years olde Des...


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    Dearest Marguerite,I know it is awfully late now, to write to you I could not resist though I thought about you the other day as her eyes scanned the Chinese gentleman for the first time, on the ferry to Mekong The demure young features veiled under a mannish hat, gave away precocious impression of a 15 year old girl as he offered her a cigarette The statuesque Chinaman who exuded charm and eloquence was besotted by her as she was by him He was to be her lover an escape from the abhorrent Dearest Marguerite,I know it is awfully late now, to write to you I could not resist though I thought about you the other day as her eyes scanned the Chinese g...


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    Something dark and deeply unsettling simmers angrily beneath the surface of this narrative Thissomethingbecomes so potent a force, arousing fear and feelings of disgust in the reader, that one is often tempted to abandon reading and save oneself from all the unpleasantness Duras shoves right in the reader s face without inhibitionsThe Loveris a brutally honest attempt at reconciliation with the past, irrespective of how much hurt and damage it may have caused It is a tale of Marguerite Something dark and deeply unsettling simmers angrily beneath the surface of this narrative Thissomethingbecomes so potent a force, arousing fear and feelings of disgust in the reader, that one is often tempted to abandon reading and save oneself from all the unpleasantness Duras shoves right in the reader s face without inhibitionsThe Loveris a brutally h...


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The Lover Set In The Prewar Indochina Of Marguerite Duras S Childhood, This Is The Haunting Tale Of A Tumultuous Affair Between An Adolescent French Girl And Her Chinese Lover In Spare Yet Luminous Prose, Duras Evokes Life On The Margins Of Saigon In The Waning Days Of France S Colonial Empire, And Its Representation In The Passionate Relationship Between Two Unforgettable Outcasts.